Win Wayne

Tim went back to his room, locked the door, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Damian standing on the windowsill, squinting at him with his chin raised.

This kid has grown a lot taller, standing on the windowsill can almost look down on Tim.

"Damian." Tim put his hand on the doorknob, "what's the matter?"

"What did father tell you?"

"Some things related to Wendy." Tim didn't want to talk about it. "You haven't come home at that time, so you don't know the situation at home."

Damian sneered: "Don't forget that she was still at home when I came back. Before meeting my father, my mother also gave me very detailed information. Obviously, I know everything about the family."

"Then why do you need to ask me?"

"Information is just information." Damian said, "I don't know what my father thinks of her. I thought Wendy was just a dispensable person at home, but now I have changed my view—since the original analysis and conclusion It's all wrong, so I need to fix that mistake."

Tim could see from Damian's standing posture that the other party would not give up.

"We talked about Wendy's runaways in the past," Tim said. "That's all, nothing else."

"I want to know the details."

"I helped Wendy run away from home every time in the past, and I admitted it to Bruce," Tim said. I said something."

"What did she say?"

Now the conversation is turning in weird directions, Tim thought.

Damian has always turned a blind eye to Wendy. When Wendy took the initiative to talk to him when he first got home, he might not give him a good face, or his temper gradually became in Bruce and Dick—mainly Dick’s After being educated, she became a lot more normal, and then she began to respond to Wendy copiously with social friendliness.

This was the first time in Tim's impression that Damian mentioned Wendy calmly and wanted to know Wendy.

Tim said, "Why do you ask that?"

"Answer my question right away, Drake."

"You have to tell me why you ask first."

Damian looks like he's thinking about punching Tim and pressing him for answers.

Tim tensed his nerves, ready to run for the door.

Although there is a high probability that he cannot escape from Damian's grasp, at least he can make some noise to attract the attention of others.

Maybe because he thought Dick was next door, Damian didn't do anything.

"Everyone is looking for Wendy, this is a family mission." Damian said, "I want to participate too."

"Have you already looked for Dick? Dick didn't tell you?" Tim knew that he would never be Damian's first choice, "That's right, Bruce has explicitly prohibited you from participating in things related to Wendy... who told you?" With such a bad attitude towards her, Wendy doesn't like you."

"Wendy doesn't dislike me." Damian said, "She just doesn't like me and finds me an eyesore, just like I don't like her and finds her an eyesore."

Tim felt even more weird.

Damian is not the type who urgently needs to be recognized and loved by people he doesn't care about. He is dismissive of all those who hate him, and it is absolutely impossible to refute the fact that "Wendy doesn't like him" like now Undoubted fact.

"She just doesn't like you," he said, "it's just that she doesn't like you to a lesser degree than hate."

Damian doesn't understand why everyone is so blind to the truth of the matter.

"Wendy doesn't dislike me, let alone hate me. We get along very normally." He explained impatiently, "How many times do you need me to say it before you understand?"

Tim felt unbelievable: "It doesn't matter how many times you say it, Damian, what you said is not the truth."

Damian stared at Tim and sneered for a while.

"She hates everyone in the family except me and Alfred," Damian said. "That's the truth."

Tim sighed, deciding Damian was looking for trouble.He put his hand off the doorknob, and slowly approached Damian: "What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Stupid defeat." Damian replied, "Continue to turn a blind eye to the real facts. I really don't understand what deceived you. I thought you were smart..."

He turned around and jumped off the window sill, leaving only the faint end of his speech.

"...That's all."

Damian went back to his room.

Even if he is banned from night watch, he can't be a good boy who sleeps in the bedroom every night.Bruce had little to do with him, and when Dick didn't have time to do so, Damian would often stay out at night, doing the usual routines he was used to, or investigating mysteries with his buddy Joe.

Alfred complained about his behavior, but after realizing that Damian did not act alone, and that Superman's boy often accompanied him, the old butler finally acquiesced.

When Damian is away, Alfred cleans and organizes his bedroom.

There were fairy tale books Wendy gave him beside the bed. Damian tried to throw them away, but Alfred would always put them back again and again, and finally Damian got used to it. there was a row of mechanical toys on the top of the bookshelf, things that get dusty in such details are difficult to clean, yet whenever Damian comes home, they stand brand new in their place, as if wrapped in a layer of transparent film.

Wendy gave him many gifts, but he didn't like any of them, and he never even opened them.

The fairy tale book was unpacked by Wendy, and other toys were unpacked by Alfred and placed in a place.These things of which he had no interest remained in his room for years and years, and by the end, Damian had even gotten used to their presence.

Totally, thoroughly, never liked.

But really already used to it.

It was like he had never liked Wendy, but he was also used to Wendy existing in this family, she was useless, but she always occupied the first place of other members' attention without her knowing.

The education he has received since he was a child is that weak people are not worthy of living in the world, and strong people deserve everything, but this unbreakable law was completely broken after he returned home.

He had to learn all the "virtues" that he had to have to be Robin, accept the theory that "weak people should not be killed but should be saved", and admit that he is a "hero".

If this is what he has to do to replace his father as Batman, who he's never been able to beat for a long time...then maybe he has a point.

Damian tried to understand and learn, and did understand and learn a little.

But the most incomprehensible thing in the whole family is Wendy.

Everyone else's views and attitudes towards Wendy, Wendy's position in the family, including Wendy herself—

Damian has to admit that Wendy's situation is indeed different, her weakness and her illness, the madness she hides in her heart.

It is precisely because her situation is so complicated that father, Grayson, and Drake will choose their words so carefully, have all kinds of doubts, and try to cover up and pretend like this.They were cautious when facing things related to her, and only one crucial point was missing.

They all want Wendy to stay safe and normal.

But Wendy herself didn't think so.

Damian went to the desk, wanted to sit down, but didn't.

He walked out of the room and walked in the corridor. The breeze blew the curtains of the window and kept rolling. For a moment, Damian thought he saw Wendy's skirt.

He met Wendy late at night.

She is not the same in the middle of the night as in the daytime, although she is also sitting in front of the window sill looking at the scenery outside the window, but in the daytime she always sits gracefully leaning sideways on the window sill, with her legs crossed and leaning to one side, her calves wide Squeeze together neatly.

In the middle of the night, she just... crossed her legs unrestrainedly, with her ankles on her knees, just like Todd.

"Hello," she said.

Damian ignores her.

"Hey, hey, someone is calling you. Could it be that you are deaf? Damian the idiot, fell into the cesspit and couldn't get up and swallowed it..."

"Shut up." Damian said angrily, "Don't challenge my endurance, Wendy."

Wendy looked at him with slightly wide eyes, as if frightened by his words.

Immediately afterwards, Damian knew that being frightened was just an illusion, because Wendy burst into a burst of laughter, and she laughed so hard that she couldn't sit still. She put her feet on the knees and stepped on the ground to stabilize herself. Body.

Damian: "..."

On rare occasions when he was speechless, he looked at Wendy in surprise.

"Are you sick?" He asked cautiously, and at the same time decided not to argue with Wendy.

He has a bad temper, but it's not his style to hold grudges against someone who is too sick to control himself.

"Yeah, I'm sick." Wendy yawned, her mouth opened wide, "I'm sick and I stay up in the middle of the night and wander around. Why are you staying up so late? Be careful, brat, child Sleep deprivation turns into a midget."

"This kind of thing can't happen to me." Damian said coldly, "You should go back to your room, father will find you."

"He never 'spotted' me. He just pretended he didn't see it and talked to me in the daytime."

Wendy grimaced.

Another inexplicable move, Damian decided not to take it to heart.

"Do you like the books and toys I gave you?" Wendy did not give up chatting at all, she was very interested, "I carefully selected them, I like them very much."

"Thank you, I don't like it." Damian said coldly.

"I knew it." Wendy smiled softly, and she didn't stop laughing, "You must want to throw them away, but Alfred won't allow you to do so. You are quite willing to listen to him, because Is he very old?"

Damian ignored her.

"Hi." Wendy said again.

Damian walked towards his room. He opened the door, but unexpectedly there was a sound of trotting behind him. Wendy chased after him, but stopped a step away from him.

She watched him with a smile, lively eyes and white teeth.

Damian was starting to feel something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, thinking in his mind whether he would be responsible for this afterward if he didn't care.

The answer is absolutely yes.

So Damian reluctantly added, "Do you want me to do something?"

"Yes." Wendy leaned over and whispered in his ear, "If one day I disappear, you can throw away all the gifts you don't like."

Now Wendy is really gone.

Damian sneered, and withdrew his gaze from the window sill.

Who will listen to you.